Friday, February 27, 2009

dis-integrating

sitting on the cottage deck at dusk in the face of the rawness and power of the ocean, i’m trying to find a word to describe the feeling in my gut, in my soul.

dis-integrating. that’s the word. disintegrating.

it’s as if each crash of each wave is working its way between the pulled-tight fibers of the outer me, the costume i wear in the physical world, the false me - and breaking them loose and washing them away.

the outer me is dis-integrating and as it does there is more room for the source of that me to expand. and expanding into that space, the “i” becomes more diffused. i am loosing the heaviness of this world. “i” am dis-integrating, diffusing, and becoming so, so, so…. light.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

an ocean refuses no river

sitting with jane on the floor in the streaming sun looking out at the ocean on the mendocino coast. the previous nights rain has given away to blue skies punctuated by large long white and grey low clouds. smiling smiling smiling inward. everything we do is right.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

a short retreat


jane and i are spending a few days at the harbor house inn on the mendocino coast of california. this is the view from the bathroom in our cottage.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

forgiveness

i'm searching for a way to find forgiveness, but i'm not even close yet.



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